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[b]Coinage:[/b] 8 Silver, 5 Copper
[b]Carried[/b]
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[*]The (near-nonexistent) clothing on his back.
[*]Broken Hourglass
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Mining Goggles
[*]Leather Gloves
[*]Broken Lantern
[*]Pickaxe
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Canteen of water
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*] Map of the Under roads.
    A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.
[*]Dusk Ring
    A ring bearing the engraving of Shadow Elf royalty. One who carries it carries authority recognized by the crown of the Shadow Elves. Most who see the crest will be willing to show some manner of friendship and authority to the bearer.
[*]Moonlit Water
	A type of holy water blessed by the Goddess of the Moon. Cures minor wounds and invigorates the body. Its surprisingly not a clear color - but a deep, oceanic blue. Seems to faintly glow at night. Not strong enough to harm demons.
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[b]Stored[/b]
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[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
    Comfortable, but only one.
[*]A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
    Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
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Prostitutes waved from flowered balconies, dizzying perfume wafting down from luxurious tresses. His gaze lingered upon them, but his gait remained undisturbed. Doubtlessly, such an establishment would have to be visited eventually, but between the many meetings he had in the evening and the knowledge that he needed to gather before his next venture into the depths of Naraheim, Isidore had no allowance for indulgences, no matter the rate at which his heart beat, the rushing of hot blood in his veins. Octavia’s own movements were similar as the demonic hound trotted beside him. A powerful creature, but a troublesome one, frustrated by restraint and forever hungering.

She grew fast. Soon, if her appetite could not be sated or restrained, they would have to cull her or jail her.

Or perhaps the nature of magic meant that Octavia could be taught how to create her own food.

The sound of hammers against steel brought him out of his contemplation as the dark-haired youth stepped into the smithery. Raelzeth, of course, was pissed and struggling, a teenager rebelling against the need to work for the family business. Classic.

[b]“Neither,”[/b] was Isidore’s crisp response. [b]“Here to learn some things about weapon maintenance and forging. Know anything? Or is your old man the smarter one?”[/b]

That last taunt was likely unnecessary, in retrospect.